You lock up the gas station and get in your car as the moon climbs high into the sky. "I'm not gonna miss this, no way!" you say as you pull out of the parking area and head down the road. In just under ten minutes you arrive at the fairgrounds and pull up into one of the only free parking spaces left. You checked your watch and then headed over to the ticket booth, if you wanted to catch the show you'd need to hurry up.
As you walk up to the ticket master he lets out a groan while turning the page of his newspaper. "Sorry kid, the show is sold out for tonight. Come back tomorrow." he says as he shoos you away with his hand. "Hey, I'm not a kid and I just left my job early to get here on time! Isn't there any way I could get a ticket?" you ask hopefully as you lean closer to the window.
The man frowns and takes off his top hat. After reaching inside it he pulls out a stack of paper and slides it up to you. "Sign the contact and I'll give you a ticket." he says as he pulls a red pen from his coat. You glance down at your watch again, you had about five minutes before it was showtime. "What is the contract for?" you ask as you pick it up.
"Read it and find out." the man says rudely as he puts his top hat back on. You were becoming a bit frustrated as you quickly glanced over it and flipped through a few pages. "I don't have time to read everything!" you protest as you squint at the tiny print on the papers in front of you. "Then don't." the man says as he turns the page of his newspaper again. You really wanted to punch this guy...but the show would start any minute now!
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